Marked by the Misunderstanding.
As of late, I proclaim that the world will take us all by storm. She will first attack our hearts and transform our compassion into some ill-formed logic. In turn we will fight for our last breath of tranquility before the air condensates into evil. The rivers shall flow as before, never allowing us to step in the same one twice, only in time they will run with blood of fallen children. Men in women will be at war with the absence of love to drive their lust for becoming number one. The last one standing is sure to find fright in the sight of victory, as the bodies of his brothers spread against the horizon. Minus a heart he will stand, waiting for the walls to sink in like ships that have found the ocean floor. I do believe his mind will be the next to go. Mother earth has yet to fulfill her ways of keeping these plains free of injustice. She will draw her sword and post her shield, standing waist high in the deepest sea. I suspect our representative will cut across the path, attacking from over the shoulder. If only he knew his words would be of no use there. His rocket ship will not save him now. With one fail swoop the Lady of the Land had taken our hero into her grip, his legs flailing like worms above hungry beaks. With a flick of the wrist she will send him soaring through the mid-day hour. Into the sun he will ascend, the end of man marked by a war. Lady of the Land will rest her head, for she has forgotten such peace. A surface free or treason and deciet, an earth defined by beauty and honor, will become what is was again. But do let dear Lady rest, for she will never let us drift about freely.